Sleeping Princess Novels & Stories

And on. Power-hungry bastards wrapped in muscle and ambition, tripping over themselves to impress a woman they secretly resent. They talk about lands they’ll rule, wars they’ll wage, heirs I’ll bear—as if my body is just another crown jewel to claim. I yawn. At some point, my eyes slide shut. I actually fall asleep. The sound of my name jerks me awake. “…Princess?” I blink slowly, lifting my head. “Oh,” I say mildly, glancing around. “Is it still going?”

She rolled all over the floor, tears pouring from her crocodile eyes as she clutched her broken arm with the other hand. I picked myself up and went to get Christian from his crib before going to get security. As soon as I opened the door two men were rushing to my bedroom. "Your Highness, we heard screaming." "Princess Naomi tried to attack me." "Oh my goodness, are you alright?" "I'm fine. She's inside the bedroom." They rushed in and their eyes popped with surprise when they saw the state I'd left her in. Regardless of her pain, they handled her out of the room and out of the palace.

She spoke reverently. Alminah was able to change into clean and plain white clothing when she got to bed. She turned to Shuna. “I cannot fall to slumber when somebody’s around. Now go.” She ordered. “Please call for me when you need something.” Shuna then get outside her room. The princess laid on the soft bed sheathed with fine line of silk and cottony pillows. This was pretty different from her bed which was made of dried hay covered with those soft animal skins. She wanted to run away to that valley now. But remembering her responsibility, she thought it would be a selfish desire. She must know how to control her emotion- homesickness would be one of the toughest to be controlled. At leas

A second bed appeared moments later and we laid down keeping our eyes on them until we fell asleep. The pixie coming in the room startled us awake. “Who are you? Why are you in the Princess’s room? What is going on here?” She cried out, disappearing into thin air. I rubbed our eyes and blinked. What in the bloody hell was that about? The pixie returned moments later, clearly with a different demeanor. “I’m sorry, my Prince. I had never seen you before and you frightened me. I am Tanz, my Lady’s assistant. I was not expecting this at all.” She fluttered in the air and bowed graciously.

I bow to pay respect and move out of the way so they can walk in. "Oh. Princess fell asleep?" Knight James asks. "Yes, commander. He was exhausted." "Alright... Drop the formalities for now. We have things to discuss. And we should wake her up." Knight Henry says. I don't feel like doing it, but since I know I should, I walk to Princess's side and gently shake her awake. She wakes up after a few nudges, and she looks at the two commanders with sleepy eyes. "Oh. I didn't mean to fall asleep. Did you wait too long?" she asks, cutely rubbing her eyes.

The sight in front of me makes my eyes wide. The princess, fast asleep on my couch. Why isn’t she in her own room? I quietly make my way across the room. I don’t want to wake her, but what’s she doing here? Well, she can’t sleep on the couch; she’s much too good for that.

I whispered, sliding the straps of my dress down and turning the camera towards my face, still carefully avoiding showing too much of the backdrop. Jack squinted, confusion evident. “Why the makeup? And your eyes... they look different.” Suppressing a sigh, I tried to sound casual. “Fiona and I were just playing dress up. I’m about to get in the shower and wash it all off.” “Dress up?” Jack snarled. “What are you, Celeste? Five years old?” My face turned a deeper shade of red than it already was, but I managed to keep my cool. “It’s a girl thing,” I said. “We were just having harmless fun. See, we were watching this one chick flick, The Princess Diaries, and the lead character—”

Prince was happy that he had gotten that chance to enjoy himself with such a pretty lady. When Princess Natasha awoke in the morning, she discovered that what she had experienced in her dream had occurred to her. Someone has stolen her pride. She dashed out the door to see if her door had been tampered with. However, it was undamaged. And no one was in her neighborhood.

With the bright sun and thousands of people being so packed together, within minutes, complaints about the heat arise everywhere, the clothes soaked with sweat. At this moment, the royalties enter the junction from the blocked road, guards paving the way for them. Males in shiny boots and long coats styled with expensive crystals, and females in extravagant dresses, their tails sweeping the pebbled ground, looking more appropriate for a ball than for a public execution. “Who is she?” asks Fia in a slight frown, referring to a demoness of average height and petite physics, who is heading to the back row to settle down. “I think she is the youngest princess. Why?” answers Sage.

� 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕). 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉